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of the situation."

Bang. Bang.

[GROUP LAUGHS]

You wrote that.

A boy ought to have something

to show his grandchildren.

"Miss Flora Talbot,

"now returning home

after driving her own herd

"to market in Dodge City,

"joined the wagon train today.

"To all our young buckoes,

let it be known

"she will shortly wed

"Mr. Blair Lunsford

of Fort Worth.

He is the crack shot

of Tarrant County."

[GROUP LAUGHS]

Blair would be

dancing in the streets

if he knew he was gonna see you.

Hm. It's been

a lot of years.

Be worth turning off the trail

for a sight of him.

Why don't you?

Why don't you start

your paper in Fort Worth?

It's your home.

So was Abilene and Dodge City.

So will San Antonio be.

Newspaper's gotta start

where there's readers.

You know what I mean.

Why haven't you ever come home?

I...kind of forgot that.

Was it because of Amy Brooks?

Maybe in the beginning.

Whatever happened to her?

MAN:

Where are you, Britt?!

That's that rider's guide.

How'd he get in there?

That you?

I don't wanna make

any mistake about it.

I heard Clevenger's

camped next door.

I suppose you're

one of his hands.

My name's Jack Harvey.

Happy Jack Harvey.

Now put that name

in your public prints.

Happy Jack don't do

no pot shootin'.

I'm giving you notice

to get yourself a gun.

Boy, you're right

out of a dime novel.

So go back and tell Clevenger

you scared me.

Go join a Wild West show,

anything.

But stop bothering

these people here.

You don't care they see you

afraid to fight?

Not a whoop.

Let it go at that.

Yellow-belly!

[LAUGHS]

But that won't save your hide.

[C*CKS GUN]

[LAUGHS]

Don't fire that gun!

Don't, you fool!

It'll stampede the cattle!

[FIRES]

[CATTLE LOWING]

[]

Ride for the herd!

Hyah!

Clevenger.

One of his killers.

[CATTLE GROANING]

BRITT:

Stampede.

Stay off the prairie.

Your wagons are your only cover.

Get to them, under or in them.

Luther, guard that press

with your mortal body!

WOMAN:

Let's get out of here!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[]

[SCREAMS]

Mr. Britt, Mr. Britt!

Toby, come here!

Here!

Get back, Toby.

Toby, get under.

Get under!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

[]

Toby.

Mrs. Nickerson...

you'll have to go on alone.

They killed Toby.

What are you gonna do about it?

Destroy them.

With words?

If you wanna call it that.

I'm glad my father

can't hear you now.

He shot men just for

topping his herds.

And so did you, Ned Britt.

I've learned better.

You. The man

I used to worship.

You and Blair, because together

you could whip

all Tarrant County.

Sure, I could step out there

and kill Clevenger men,

and get killed doing it.

You afraid of getting killed?

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